Underneath all that guyliner we still see you, Jordan Catalano. You've ditched the shaggy hair and flannels for a pink mohawk and studded leather but it's OK. Every time you square up to the mic, you melt us with that same beautifully tortured look you had every time Angela Chase passed your locker in My So-Called Life. No matter how screamy your 30 Seconds to Mars angst anthems may be, all we hear is "I Call Her Red," that ballad we thought was a love song. (But was really about your car, sniff!) It's teen crush all over again. -Ali Trachta

9. Lenny Kravitz

Lenny Kravitz has got body. Toned shoulders, rock hard, tattoo-covered delts, and abs of steel. And he's not shy about spending his time shirtless in his videos. All good things. But even with clothes on there's plenty left to enjoy, like his pouty lips and caramel-colored skin. His music is pleasant enough --- though we don't find it particularly inspiring. Still, who cares? When a pop star has supermodel good looks like Kravitz, the music scarcely matters. -L.J. Williamson

Kurt Cobain is like a little lost puppy: irresistible. His shaggy-haired, unshaven scruffiness makes you just want to give him a bath. (With scented oils. And candles. And yourself.) He has that "Help-me-I'm-in-pain" thing going on that women can't resist. Heroin addiction? Yes, please. Few things are more intoxicating than the delusion that a man will give up his drug of choice for you. And those heartbreaking, crystal-blue eyes? It's on. -Linda Leseman

The unequivocally mysterious and tragic Jeff Buckley was everything a '90s girl pined for: unkempt River Phoenix hairstyle, an affinity for acoustic coffee house concerts, and a haunting voice coupled with that deep, dark gaze. Buckley only recorded one studio album, Grace, before his accidental drowning near Memphis in 1997. But oh how that cover of Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah" could melt the hearts of even the most angry and angsty Lilith Fair-goers. -Erica E. Phillips

6. Jarvis Cocker

In theory, Jarvis Cocker is just a pale, lanky fellow who spent the better part of the '80s getting beat up by club kids in Members Only jackets. "If I do become a sex symbol, I'll be overcoming my natural disabilities," he once said. "I'm lanky, with bad eyesight. In reality I look more like an ugly girl." But at 48, he still looks fantastic in a fitted suit, and his flamboyant dance moves give Prince a run for his money. The superficial aside, what makes Cocker so swoon-worthy is that he doesn't give a damn about being sexy. He's unabashedly honest and incisive, whether he's singing about class politics or his creepy fantasies about your girlfriend -- and he'll look you in the eye all the while. He may be the underdog, but she'll want to give in. (See also: The Pulp Revival Continues.) -Andrea Domanick